AFRO-JUJU Motivationals

Songtekst

BURG CITY RECORDS In Poetic Collaboration with The JB STUDIOS presents: AFRO-JUJU MOTIVATIONALS BRXB — DECLARATION! I. THE SOVEREIGN ACKNOWLEDGEMENT: To the First and the Last, we acknowledge Your throne, The Architect of futures, the Foundation of home. The Binder of the past, the Designer of dawn, The Source of the rhythm from which all life is drawn. From the root to the route, from the seed to the sky, You sustain every flame that refuses to die. You are breath in the chest, You are pulse in the drum, The Eternal Beginning from which all things come. No crown without grace, no creation alone, Every gift has a Giver, every seed has a Source. We acknowledge Your greatness, Your infinite force, As the spirit finds rhythm and the rhythm finds course. Poverty no be prophecy; stagnation no be fate. We dey work, we dey learn, we dey build, we dey create. From the red earth of Waffi to the world beyond the gate, Tune the frequency—the hustle must generate! E dey shake, e dey break, as we wake from the ache, Turn the pain to a gain, turn the strain to a stake. Person wey sleep for trench fit still rise from the bench, But na work, no be wish, go dey strengthen the wrench. No shaking, we breaking the chains of the making, No faking, just staking our claim through the waking. If the road get a load, make we carry am boldly, No be pride, na persistence; make we build am correctly. Waffi water dey flow, but the roots dey hold ground, When the world turn its back, make your purpose resound. If dem lock every gate, make your brain find the key, Na the work wey you build go determine wetin you see. Carry your load, find your road, let your seed explode; GOD na the Source, but na your work you must show! Morning dey breaking, the whole town awakening, Dreams we dey shaping, the future we’re making. Bills dey demanding, but plans dey expanding, Hands dey constructing what minds understanding. Sweat on the forehead, no regret for the road ahead, Faith in the chest, put the fear of failure straight to bed. Step after step, every debt wey we meet, Must become one more lesson beneath our feet. Lead: Who get the vision? Response: We get the vision! Lead: Who get the mission? Response: We get the mission! Lead: Who go do the work? Response: Na we go do am! Lead: When the pressure comes? Response: We go move beyond am! When the seed meets the stone, make the root find a route, When the rain dey fall hard, make the shoot still shoot out. When the concrete says “No,” let persistence say “Grow,” When the whole world says “Stop,” let your purpose say “Go.” From Edo memory to Yoruba philosophy, From Urhobo wisdom to Waffi's audacity, We carry ancestral knowledge with contemporary clarity, Building future possibilities from cultural continuity. No be every proverb wey sweet be the one wey correct, Make we honour every language, make we study, make we check. When the translation needs a witness, let the elders help direct, For the truth of our tradition deserves careful respect. Mud for the ground, stars for the sky, Roots going deep while the branches fly high. The seed no dey boast of the fruit wey e never produce, But e no dey bury its purpose because the soil brings abuse. Root am! Grow am! Know am! Show am! Carry the old wisdom; make the new world know am! In the sanctum of sound where the deep drums resound, Where the pulse meets the pen and the lost roots are found, Juju’s Magnum Poetrium—the word laboratory, Where the ordinary rises to become extraordinary. Syllable to syllable, the spirit finds a vessel, Metaphor to metaphor, the message gains a level. Every consonant a compass, every vowel a vibration, Every stanza a foundation for a future generation. The drum speaks without ink, yet the memory remains, The song travels through sorrow, turns the losses into gains. We connect what was forgotten to the futures we imagine, Put the fire in the fibre, put the purpose in the pattern. Yesterday in the marrow, tomorrow in the mind, Every lesson from the struggle leaves a legacy behind. We refine every line till the rhyme becomes a sign, And the sign becomes a bridge where the generations align. From the spirit to the street, from the street into the page, We transform our lived experience to illuminate the age! Pocket to project, intellect to effect, From the seed of an idea to a system we perfect. We research, we refine, we design, we connect, Put the culture in the structure, put the work in the respect. Afro-Juju—rooted, routed, rising! Afro-Juju—creating, connecting, thriving! Afro-Juju—ancestral memory, future intelligence! Afro-Juju—cultural continuity, creative excellence! JiNG & BiNG, let the creative engines ignite, Let the Studios turn imagination into light. Burg City Records, let the rhythm testify, From the street to the stage, let the message multiply. No be sweat alone; na the sense wey we apply, No be prayer alone; na the work wey we supply.. GOD is in the Work as Afro-Juju Continues..